\ndy\u2019t slipet al wat stomp
\nhjir komt dy iene man
\nhy mei syn bel hy puont
\nin sinne oan ferdwyn<\/p>\n
dan floeie \u00fat har went
\nwiif widdo mem jongfaam
\nsy drage dy passant
\nhar \u00e2ldste libbens oan<\/p>\n
ien leannet mei in glim
\nin oaren mei in trien
\nguon kinne him neat jaan
\nhy wegeret gjinien<\/p>\n
hy slipet sis ta sjong
\nhy slipet is ta bin
\ndyn tomme snijst omtrint
\nsa goed slipet er min<\/p>\n
en bin\u2019 har libbens skerp
\ndan tutet er de wr\u00e2ld
\nen swingt syn tsjil wer oer
\nit skouder en set \u00f4f<\/p>\n
mar hearren bliuw\u2019 wy him
\nis no \u00fas sinne gien
\nhy mei syn bel hy puont
\nin moanne oan ferskyn<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
who sharpens every dull
\nhere comes the only man
\nreminding with his bell
\nto disappear a sun<\/p>\n
and out of houses pour
\nmaids mothers widows wives
\nbringing this visitor
\ntheir very oldest lives<\/p>\n
one pays him with a smile
\nanother with a tear
\nsome cannot pay at all
\nhe never seems to care<\/p>\n
he sharpens is to am
\nhe sharpens say to sing
\nyou\u2019d almost cut your thumb
\nso right he sharpens wrong<\/p>\n
and when their lives are keen
\nhe throws the world a kiss
\nand slings his wheel upon
\nhis back and off he goes<\/p>\n
but we can hear him still
\nif now our sun is gone
\nreminding with his bell
\nto reappear a moon<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n